I woke up in a room I didn't recognize. It was strange. Not dark or scary strange but more like… unfamiliar in a soft way. I tried to remember my room. My real one? I think. But the memories slipped like sand in hand. Maybe I never had one. Or maybe I just forgot.
Either way, this one wasn't it. But still… it felt like something I've known before, like a dream I had too many times but forgot each time I woke up.
The room looked too pretty. Way too pretty. The curtains floated a little in the breeze, soft and peachy-white, lace dancing at the edges like the frill on old dresses. The walls were pastel pink—not loud, just quiet pink, like a cloud at sunset. The ceiling was high, like really high, and up above it felt like the roof touched the sky. There were glass windows too, huge ones, just as tall as the wooden door that stood like a tree on the wall. The light spilled through, soft gold, brushing the semi-circle balcony that sat outside. That little balcony was blooming with flowers—peonies, orchids, and a bunch of others I couldn't name. All of it together made it feel like a dollhouse, or something a princess would live in. Yeah, it felt way too "girl-like." Overwhelmingly so.
It must've been early morning… dawn maybe. I climbed—or more like rolled—off the giant bed I was in. Honestly, it felt like I was sleeping on a mountain of pillows. I walked to the big mirror standing in the corner, frame golden with tiny roses carved into the wood. I looked in and… froze.
The reflection blinked. But it wasn't me. A little girl stared back. She looked about five, maybe six years old. Jet black hair brushed her small shoulders, and her eyes—those eyes—were deep green like emeralds. They sparkled like stones, not like mine. But what did mine even look like? I didn't know. Because I couldn't remember. Anything. No face, no name, no family, nothing.
For ten whole minutes, or maybe more, I just stood. Staring. Letting it sink in like cold rain on skin. And then, somehow, I accepted it. That body. That girl. It was me now, I guess for now? Even though something in me screamed—this isn't mine.So I let it be.
Like muscle memory or instinct or something weird, I started moving. Bathed in cold water—it was freezing!—then dressed in this frilly floral dress. It was pink with yellow sunflowers stitched at the hem. Maybe I had. Maybe she had.
Only after all of it was done—bath, clothes—did I really feel like me again. Or whoever this version of me was. The bed looked too big for a kid. Climbing up felt like too much effort, so I sat on the floor. Cold, smooth, wide yet familiar. And then I began to think.
What did I know about this world?
There is The Queen.
Then their children—Prince and Princess.
After that came the Dukes. Only two of them. One close to the capital and one far in the north.
Then came the Marquises. Around twenty of them, scattered in important lands.
Then Counts—close to a hundred or more.
After that… other noble titles. I didn't know them yet. Maybe I would learn later.
Then, the working class. The normal people.
This world,as per memory, isn't baised on gender
There was also a Church. Not really powerful, but still there. More like a balance thing. So the crown didn't get too powerful and turn into a tyrant. So they said. Their hierarchy was different. Weird.
The size of land you owned or ruled decided your rank. Mostly. Except for Counts and a few others, who had roles more focused on running the kingdom like administrators or soldiers or judges.
It wasn't perfect knowledge, but it was something. A start.
And just as I started to dig deeper into my thoughts…
The door burst open.
Boom.
Like thunder.
And my whole train of thought shattered into little messy pieces.